[Future] Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Oooooh I told that nigga I´ll get that pop star Wizard
Ahh, if she fine ´’ll fuck her And I spend a lot of caca Unghh
[Future] Doin´ donuts at 200, ooooh I´m on the dash, I´m on the highway, whoa Flying through Cuba like huh Hangin´ out the window, spraying ohh I do the dash on these niggas, ohh I´m counting cash on ´em, whoa whoa I´m smokin´ ´dro, I´m pourin´ lean, ohh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha
[Future] I´m poppin´ tags, he poppin´ tags He swaggy and I´m flashy I drive the Rover like Denali, no exaggeration
Diamonds dancin´ on my faces, in my bezels face Presidential status I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley like I´m on a banshee Doin´ a donut out of Magic, 360 man I´m poppin´ tags, I drop a lil´ cash, two fifty, man Freebandz nigga, known to fuckin´ get it, man That´s on my city, man Sippin´ this, sippin´ this gold rose Whippin´ the coupe like a wide body Hangin´ out the window like "why, why" Lettin´ in off from the other side I whip the whip from the other side I hit the scene like a homicide Splash, splash, I told the jeweler, "Bring everything" My feet to the floor, I´m on everything
[Future] Doin´ donuts at 200, ooooh I´m on the dash, I´m on the highway, whoa Flying through Cuba like huh Hangin´ out the window, spraying ohh I do the dash on these niggas, ohh I´m counting cash on ´em, whoa whoa I´m smokin´ ´dro, I´m pourin´ lean, ohh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha
[Young Scooter] Maserati smashin´, now Future ride Bentley coupe Young Scooter ride Bentley coupe We do the shit that bosses do Real street shit No rap, I´m worth a mil or two
Scooter always flexin´ And I pull up and embarrass you Hit up Eliantte Yeah, that´s a ice check We don´t rock fake gold Real diamonds ´round my neck Came up in the dope hole Remix out my dope bowl 150 in the Fastlane I´m smashing on you broke hoes Black Amigo gang, we love to count up BM, FBG, we blood brothers 500 in my blunt, that´s how I roll up Blowin´ fifty in the club when we turn up
[Future] Doin´ dash at 200, ooh I´m on the dash, I´m on the highway, whoa
Flying through Cuba like huh Hangin´ out the window, spraying ohh I do the dash on these niggas, ohh I´m counting cash on ´em, whoa whoa I´m smokin´ ´dro, I´m pourin´ lean, ohh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha